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    “I’ll ask you onest time. Are you going to honor the wager between Thea and me or not?” Christina gave Grant and Martha one final opportunity. If they still chose to deny it, she wouldn’t be holding back anymore.

    “Miss Jones, you’d better be careful with your words! If you keep up your charade with this supposed bet, don’t me me for taking serious action!” Grant’s smile disappeared as he snapped at her.

    “Hmph!” Martha scoffed. “Miss Jones, we’ve only tolerated you because we pity your circumstances, not because we’re afraid of you.”

    Christina’s stare was cold and sharp as she said, “Very well. I gave you the chance, but you chose not to take it.”

    “If you’ve got nothing else to say, then leave at once. We don’t wee people who try to drag our name through the mud,” Grant said sternly, making it clear she was no longer wee.

    Martha called out, “Someone show her out!”

    A servant soon entered the living room and politely said to Christina, “Miss Jones, this way, please.”

    Christina shot the Reed couple a long, deliberate look. “I hope you won’te to regret this.”

    “Ha!” Grant let out a frostyugh. “Regret? We don’t know what that feels like.”

    “Quickly, escort Miss Jones out!” Martha snapped, her tone ice-cold.

    The servant looked at Christina a bit awkwardly and said, “Miss Jones, please don’t make this harder on us.”

    Christina gave a faint smile, said nothing more, and turned to leave with the servant. But that final, loaded smile of hers somehow sent an unexinable shiver down the Reeds’ spines.

    After she left, Martha shifted uneasily and said, “Dear, she didn’t get what she wanted. Do you think she might be plotting something?”

    “Don’t worry. Even if she is, she won’t get far. Jorge will make her disappear within a week,” Grant said confidently.

    Martha frowned. “Speaking of the Delgado family, they’re getting too bold. Their children dared to gamble with our family’s assets. Are they after our fortune now?”

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    “If that’s what they’re up to, they won’t get away with it,” Grant said, his eyes narrowing slightly, a dark glint shing in them.

    He nced at his wife and added, “Call Jorge and his wife. Tell them toe over. I’ll be in the study.”

    “Alright.” Martha immediately picked up the phone and dialed the Delgado couple.

    Ten minutester, in the study, Grant red at the Delgado couple and asked coldly, “Didn’t you say you’d already sent someone to deal with Christina and her friend?”

    The Delgado couple stood drenched in sweat, nervously dabbing at their foreheads.

    “Christina is always surrounded by bodyguards. We haven’t had a proper opening,” Jorge lied. He didn’t have the nerve to admit that the people he’d sent had all gone missing.

    “She came by today, and I didn’t see a single bodyguard with her,” Grant said, narrowing his eyes.

    “Maybe she didn’t bring them today,” Jorge continued to lie through his teeth.

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